Power of Poetry
There was a box
it's innermost belongs were neat,
they were organized,
No one and nothing wanted to retreat.
Everyone and everything was expected to fit in this box.
However, someone, somewhere
opened a door,
A world was found;
It's deepest lessons and creativity and more.
Poetry,
Poetry was that door.
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